Pleasure is melting like chocolateMy blue ribbon gumption is goneAll my gravy must have soaked into somethingAnd the world...The filthy steps, the cold concreteThe phony earth below my feetThe ancient odor of the streetsYes the world it is a spongeAnd when the crisis passesWhen the coast is clearI'll be buffed down to a liquidAnd the world it is a spongeThroughout this entire ugly outingI've been mumbling the convex of what I should be shoutingBut I'll soon be silent you'll soon hear nothing'cause the world it is a sponge